Haruchiyo Sanzu and Y/n Hanemiya had what seemed like true love, but their relationship was a roller coaster and a mystery filled with love and obsession.
Was Haruchiyo truly in love, or did he have a darker motive? The answer is as elusive as thei...
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November 1, 2014 haruchiyo's pov.
As the intensity of Y/n's contractions escalated, I anxiously positioned myself beside her, offering my unwavering presence and extending my hand to provide her with a sense of comfort and reassurance. Within the confined space of the room, an ensemble of medical devices diligently emitted a symphony of beeps and clicks, intricately monitoring Y/n's vital signs. Meanwhile, the hushed exchanges among the nurses reverberated, serving as a prelude to the imminent arrival of our precious bundle of joy.
An urgent commotion filled the room as the doctors and midwife swiftly entered, hastening to assist Y/n in finding a comfortable position. Her breathing had grown strained, evident by the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Amidst her distress, a mixture of fear and determination was recognizable in her eyes, as she steadfastly aimed to welcome our precious child into existence.
Following that, after applying a last bit of force, the physician extended their arm and delicately extracted my child from her womb. Suddenly, the entire room reverberated with the resonant wails of the newborn's first breath, evoking a profound emotional response as I observed the medical professionals diligently tending to our precious little one, ensuring hygiene and nurturing were a priority.
Y/n, overwhelmed with fatigue, experienced an overwhelming surge of happiness and contentment that enveloped her entire being as she cradled our precious newborn tenderly against her chest. I, on the other hand, was filled with an indescribable sense of profound astonishment and admiration, contemplating the astounding spectacle of life unfolding before our very eyes, as we welcomed the arrival of our exquisite offspring into this world.
While Y/n and our precious little daughter rested in the bed, I sat myself steadfastly next to them, giving in to the immense gravity of my duties as a newfound father. My eyes were fixated on our exquisite daughter, and with each passing moment, an indescribable blend of affection and affectionate delicacy overwhelmed me.
I recollected the countless nights of restlessness that we had encountered during the entirety of the pregnancy, the concerns and uncertainties that plagued our minds, and the overwhelming happiness that engulfed us when we witnessed the initial sonogram. In this moment, a profound feeling of achievement and an overwhelming sense of pride swept over me, knowing that we had successfully brought this precious gift of life into existence.
When the nurse arrived with a tray of nourishment for Y/n, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with admiration for my beloved girlfriend. Witnessing her unwavering courage and resilience during the entire birthing process filled me with immense pride. Despite enduring the excruciating pain, she managed to maintain an unwaveringly optimistic outlook, focusing solely on bringing our daughter into this world. This experience ignited a profound resurgence of affection and reverence within me, solidifying my commitment to always stand by her side, not only for her, but also for our future children.
